In a world where werewolves have power over humans, there are two options: fighting or joining. I've never been good in combat. So I decided to maneuver my way through the minefield of werewolves and their ways. And for 9 years I was successful with it. 9 years. Maybe I shouldn't have broken the rules and it would have been 9 more. But fate would have it otherwise. The fighting between the packs was at its peak and I was in the thick of it. And then the North got involved, throwing the balance of power completely out of whack with their leader: Alpha Eros. A legend and not in a good way. And being noticed was my talent, so to speak... These stories are set after "The Chosen Warrior", but are independent of each other. All Rights Reserved